and on the seventh day

We were out running errands one recent weekend when I loaded the trunk with The Family’s exciting new acquisitions (Toilet paper and kale. Jealous yet?), closed the trunk, and hopped in the car. As we were preparing to drive away, The Kidling noticed that the trunk was cracked open. You see, the back seat of our new-to-us car has a nifty fold down arm rest with even niftier storage hidden inside. This means

  1. Alice can always have sh*t to do in the car without it looking like a pit; and
  2. The armrest is always down. Seriously. Always.

The result of item two is that Alice has a view into the trunk. This can be funny, such as the time she told me she really wanted to climb into the trunk NOW before her bottom gets too big to fit.

Let’s pretend she didn’t get that from watching me try to squeeze under the couch, okay?

It can also, apparently, be useful. Such was the case on this day, when The Kidling yelled to notify me of the deficiency in my trunk closing abilities. I thanked her, and she responded,

“Sometimes I can be a big helper. Like now! I helped you that time. And it was good.” 

And on the seventh day, The Kidling rested.

About The Mamahttp://kidlingville.comProfessional talker, editor, emailer, problem solver, adjunct lecturer, blogger, and mother to the brilliantly absurd Kidling.

4 thoughts on “and on the seventh day

    • You know, I always just juice it or sauté with lots of garlic and olive oil. Everyone loves kale chips, so perhaps I should hop on the bandwagon. Do you have a favorite way to prepare them?

  1. There’s a certain satisfaction as a child when one helps a grown-up–it feels really good, larger than life, awesome. Funny how this story elicited such a strong memory. Alice is the bomb…. 🙂

    • Such a keen observation, Lori. Alice physically inflates with pride when she has helped us with something. I see her stand a little straighter, shoulders a little stronger, smile spreading across that face I so adore. It is a gift for all involved.

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